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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Ten
What Kevin had not been privy too, were all of the early afternoon's conversations which had taken place, without his awareness.
"Mr. Alderton, Louis Wilton from Winding Hills. How are you this afternoon?"
"Well, to what do I owe the pleasure, Louis?" Mr. Alderton replied.
"I'm calling on behalf of Mr. Trumbull, Sir. You see Sir, we have a number of guests here this week, and one particular one, has taken a shine to a Mr. Kevin Latimore."
"Now hold on there Louis, you're not suggesting that one of our `special' enslavement orders be prepared for him are you? You know that Mr. Latimore only pulls such strings when it is a severe necessity."
"Oh no, it's nothing like that Sir. You see, the guest I'm referring to is Prince Mullah Mohamed from the Arab Republic of Uzbekistan. You may remember him from last year, when you two gentlemen met here. The problem, or rather the situation is that he has several female slaves back in his country that he needs or desires to impregnate."
"Do you mean to say that the Prince, that money laundering, drug dealing son-of -- a bitch wants to get some of his local slave girls knocked up using Master Kevin's sperm?"
"Well, not exactly just `any' slave girls Sir. He wants to impregnate those two young phillys that he got from us last year. You might remember the reason for your visit last year was to help procure those two fifteen year old white girls."
"Yes, now that you mention it, I do indeed. But, didn't we sell him that young intern we used a couple of years ago. I thought he was supposed to be the one humping all the bitches there. So what does the Prince have in mind?"
"Sadly Sir, the young man has somehow come up short, if you know what I mean. It appears that the young man was discovered having an intimate rendezvous with one of the Prince's favorite slave boys. And shortly thereafter, the lad was converted into a white pussyboy eunuch. So there are no little `swimmers'
available at the present time Sir." "Tell me, just how does Mr. Trumbull feel that young Mr. Kevin will go along with this idea. I'm sure he won't want to travel to some war torn and ravaged country to hump a couple of teenage white girls."
"Well, Sir... Mr. Trumbull was wondering if perhaps you might have a talk with the boys father and voice the Prince's desires and let him know that Mr. Trumbull will make it a financial windfall for the both of them Sir."
"I see, so instead of going straight to the top, your Mr. Trumbull has asked you to negotiate the arrangements."
It might help, Sir, if Mr. Latimore was to know, that we'd collect the sperm here at Windy Hills, freeze it and have it ready for the Prince to take back with him upon his pending return. The Prince has offered ten thousand dollars
per cc of the young man's sperm and feels that maybe only thirty cc's would be ample to fulfill the need."
"Damn, thirty! That's an exorbitant amount of sperm for anybody to make all at one time. How do you propose to approach Master Kevin on this subject?"
After countless minutes going back and forth with preliminary details, it fell to the two main characters to finalize the deal, which for the most part finished, as follows.
"Now Trumbull, I've listened to all that has been mentioned, have read the two pages of fax your office staff has sent; and I've responded in kind. So let 's just finalize this, as I've got so much more to do before the day is over and that's not to say what awaits me when I get to my wife and daughter."
The phone remained silent for the longest several seconds in history, before Mr. Latimore picked up where he'd left off.
"So it's agreed then that Kevin will supply the sperm for the Crown Prince.
Before the event takes place, you'll deposit the agreed upon 250,000 dollars into the account which I've given you the number for. That's my son's personal account and I'm sure he'll be pleased to discover the richness once he' s been informed of our generosity. I probably should use the money for the company, but since the boy isn't receiving a standard pay for the summer, the additional funds will add a sense of security to his future."
"I'd be remiss if I didn't agree with you. And I'm glad to see that we've agreed upon the twenty four hour limit for his contributions. I'm sure that our two companies will also gain some financial influx from Master Kevin's testicles; and I assure you that we'll cease his treatment the moment he has ` donated' the agreed upon amount of sixty cc's of sperm."
"You understand my position quite well, Mr. Trumbull; and let's not forget that the young man is not, I repeat, not to be sodomized while he's incapacitated. I'll be calling him in just a moment and suggestively `hint' that he should avail himself of the opportunities which may arise."
"Very well then Sir, I'll set the wheels in motion for midnight and I'll make sure that all of the other requirements which you've required are also prepared and running during Master Kevin's `treatment'."
Nothing more was said, as both men replaced the receivers onto their respective cradles.
My head was killing me; as if I was experiencing my very first hangover. Every bone and fiber in my body ached. My jaw was still and my eyes tried to focus but failed, as my immediate world remained in blackness.
Moments, perhaps minutes, later; I recovered enough, to discover that I was being restrained. I was, in fact, in the `milking room' on my knees. I tried to shake myself loose from the metal stocks which felt like a load of bricks against the back of my neck.
With my two hands prominently secured to either side of my head, I knew that if I could have seen myself; I was probably looking just like, if not close to, the slaves I'd seen earlier in here.
There was not a single hint that I had that dastardly prostate enhancer gliding around inside of me; for which I felt most relieved.
The urgency to find a way out of my captivity, over shadowed the reasoning for it; until I realized that my cock and balls where the main objective now.
I could feel a tightness encasing my dick, while there was yet another, heavier, something beyond that. As I began to realize the dull ache in my sac, it
came to mind about how the technician floats' a slave's nuts until the session is over. I became frantic, wanting to know, to see, what demonic man or men were responsible for all of the debauchery, upon a free man. There was an instant, wet and cold feeling coursing over my forehead as the soft voice of 616' filtered through to my brain. "Sir, I didn't know that they were going to do this to you Sir, honest I didn't Sir."
I did my best to move my head, but for only a fraction of an inch; acknowledging `616'. He was wiping the sweat from my forehead, with a cool, damp cloth, as he continued to speak. "The men will be here very soon now, and I won' t be able to speak again Sir. Please Sir, do not be angry at me, as I've been
kneeling here all night with Sir, waiting for Sir to wake up."
Again, I struggled to move my head, as 616' kept speaking. "Hopefully they will remove Sir's eye covering. The room is now quite bright, as there are several cameras now filming Sir's treatment'. Do not be alarmed by the additional huge mirrors which have been put in place. They are here solely for Sir' s comfort. Sir will be able to see, to witness and to hear everything once the free men arrive, Sir."
Just then, I heard the door open up and the myriad of languages being spoken,
with laughter being filtered in amongst the many dialects. The cool and refreshing cloth was gone from my face in an equal moment; as the voice of Mr. Trumbull seemed to vibrate inside my aching head.
"Well, a good morning to you Master Kevin. I'd ask if you had a good night sleep but I already know what the answer would be", Trumbull said in a rather humorous tone of voice.
If I had the use of my limbs, I'd have struck out against this overweight, self-indulgent piece of crap.
"Now before we begin, I simply want to assure you that you are fine, nothing has been done to you yet and that you are safe amongst us all. No one here has or will attempt to mount your beautiful buttocks. The few discomforts you may be experiencing are but a few which are needed for this `treatment'. Firstly, you have a needle properly placed in the upper portion of your scrotum, which will soon start to enlarge due to an infusion of sterile saline. You also have a needle in your hand, which will be used to administer certain chemical compounds which should affect the amount of semen and sperm which you'll be donating today. And lastly you have a small hose in your nostril with which we'll be tending to your nutritional needs.
Your father and his company are aware of your situation; and since you've agreed to help us; according to your own words from last nights dinner party, I felt, as did your father, that you perhaps should get the `feel' , as they say, as to what a normal milking slave goes through on such wondrous occasions." So dad knows about all this, does he? Just wait until I'm free of this room, this place and these people and I'll tell him exactly what they did to me here.
"Your father has requested a complete documentary of your `treatments' which we are currently complying with. However, should you give cause for the cameras to cease filming, it will be by my direct order to turn them off; until such time as you and I have once again come to a mutual understanding."
My head was still pounding from the alcohol and whatever else they gave me, as I struggled to focus on every single syllable that Mr. Trumbull was saying.
"Over the next sixteen hours, you've agreed to supply us with an ample amount of your sperm; and we intend to collect every last bit of it. I've seen to it that 616' will remain with you throughout your treatment', as I believe you and he have come... how should I say... rather close; as evident by your anal stretching which the doctor had noticed while removing a small fraction of your pubic area."
Damn, damn, damn. Now I know that this bastard will hold that over my head every day I'm here and every time he needs something from me or 616'. And what the fuck does he mean by small fraction of your pubic hair'. Nobody fucks with a single hair on my body... NOBODY!
"Lastly, I must say that you do look rather nice in such a position, which is a pity considering that no one is allowed access to your most delicious looking rectum. Once you've been started on your treatment', most, if it all of us have a multitude of obligations awaiting us, so we'll be leaving you in the capable hands of the technician and 616'. It will be up to them if they want to remove the object which is in your mouth. You surely must recognize the fact that a Master never desires to hear a slave speaking. As for myself, I must sadly leave you, as pressing matters await me, but I'm sure that the other guests will appreciate watching you for a short while."
There was stillness and then some chatter, mixed in with some sinister laughing.
A rush of feelings, came on my body. I don't mean the mental feelings, I'm talking about the physical feelings.
The first was apparently `616', now dabbing the cool cloth onto my aching shoulders. The next, was someone's fingers toying with my sphincter muscle; while yet another large hand was fondling my testicles.
Everyone seemed to be talking, once again, in their native language; which was really starting to piss me off. I was never more thankful than now, just because the touchy-feely didn't last long at all and then the men were gone.
The voice which filled my ear next, was that of the technician. "It's just the three of us now. If you promise to behave, I can remove your eye covering and your mouth gag; but the first time you abuse the privilege they'll go back in place faster than you can spit."
I mumbled something totally unintelligible, and the next thing I know is that my mouth gag was being removed. My jaw ached from being stretched for so long and my mouth felt parched.
`616' had been right on the money, when he'd said that the room had been illuminated to enhance the filming. My eyes went shut the instant the bright lights hit them after my blindfold had come off. It took several long minutes for me to adjust to the lights and the surroundings; which weren't as I'd remembered them at all.
It took some understanding of what my eyes were seeing at first; until I recognized myself in all of the mirrors which had been placed almost completely around my naked form. I could see the technician standing off to one side, and
`616' sitting, slouched, on the floor in front of me.
"I have not been ordered to keep you silent, unless your language and tone get out of control. So feel free to speak anytime you desire, but keep in mind that every sound, every word is being recorded as per instructions from your father."
I couldn't once again believe what I was hearing until I realized that the video taping was more or less like an insurance policy for my benefit and personal integrity.
`616' held his hand up to my mouth and offered me a sizeable amount of ice chips, which he'd been keeping in a small container. I eagerly munched them all from his hand, even licking the remnants of the cold water from his soft skin.
"Now, it's best that I explain what I'm doing as we go along here, least you get yourself in a fret", the technician said, as he moved behind me. It was easy to see every single move that anyone was making around me; as the multitude of angled mirrors played out directly in front of me.
"While you were asleep, I took the liberty of putting the needles and your feeding tube in. It seemed only proper since you're not a slave because most of
the time the slaves yelp from the needles and gag and snot from the feeding tube going up their nose. If you remember from yesterday, about the scrotum infibulations process and the reasons behind it, I'm going to start your drip now and I'll let it go in slower that normal. We've got ample time to get it
stretched and the doctor, after examining you, said that your skin and sac are supple enough to be able to withstand the larger of two sizes of bags. If you raise your eyes up some, you'll see the size of bag which holds the solution and that way you can gage how much has thusly entered your sac and how much is left to go before the bag is empty. It equates to just less than one quart; which should actually make your sac hang like that of an average bull on somebody's farm. It will be uncomfortable off and on, but I'm guessing that `616' can find ways to take your mind off of it."
Once again, I found myself having those monstrous feelings of hatred, this time towards the doctor that I'd just met, the day before. Now it seems as if every free man around this place has seen me either partially naked or completely nude; treating me as if I was a slave.
Another handful of ice from the slave, as I watched the technician open the valve to begin my scrotum stretching. I could instantly feel the cool solution
begin to drip into my nutsack, causing my senses to want my nuts to withdraw up closer to my body. I knew that no matter how much I wanted my nuts to pull up into my body, that the weight of the solution was indeed going to be the
determining factor.
The casual, yet caring face of `616' came into my field of vision, as he adjusted his position so that he was now kneeling just off to the side of my head. The mirror reflected the beauty and firmness of his buttocks; which seemed
to enhance the moment. All I could think about, at that precise moment, was the simple fact that I should have been back in my cottage, with the slave, after having a night of sex; preparing to start this day off like it was just another day in the life of an intern.
He began rubbing the hand and wrist which was closest to him, saying; "Sir, your slave will do whatever it takes to make your stay in the `treatment' room as pleasant as possible Sir."
616' continued to massage my sore wrist as the technician came up and beside my other wrist. "Now if you'll look over here, in that mirror (pointing to the one just left of center), you'll notice that I've got to separate solutions waiting for you. The first bag is the same as you saw yesterday, which contains your liquid nutrition's and the other bag contains a solution to which the doctor has added some chemicals to help your body produce my sperm and semen. I'll be connecting a collection tube to the device in which your penis is confined and once you've contributed sixty cc's of sperm, I'll remove everything from your body and take you out of these rather cute stocks. 616' is quite good at getting a few of the free men and some of the other slaves to give up their sperm without to much trouble, so just be thankful that he's here to help you out. Once I get everything going, I'll be leaving the two of you alone for awhile, which might afford you some rather transparent privacy, considering that everything is being recorded. Just don't think about the cameras. Concentrate on your `treatment' and what your contribution means to the future of slaves around the globe."
It was rather odd, of me, not to have said a single word while this whole beginning process was starting. I maintained my composure, mentally wording the few thoughts and questions which I had; so that I'd appear to be somewhat knowledgeable when I spoke.
"If at anytime, you feel to much pain or discomfort, I'll administer a small
amount of sedative into your IV line, which should more than likely render you unconscious for awhile; but your treatment will continue non-stop until the contractual agreement has been satisfied."
I was just about ready to speak, when the technician summed up his short but concise explanation. I will remove the extractor from your penis at exactly noon, so that you can empty your bladder and I'll also hang another bag of nutrients for your stomach at that time as well. Should you feel hungry after this first bag has emptied, just ask `616' to hang another one. He knows where I keep them. Then at noon, I'll set up two more, instead of just one. The process has a way of draining a slave's strength and we can't have that now, can we."
They could see me move my eyes towards the clock, knowing that I understood just how long I had left to be like this, unless I could supply them with enough sperm to satisfy this `contact' of sorts.
`616' now moved directly in front of me, so that all I could see were his eyes; as the technician walked over to the wall and turned on the extraction machine. My ears perked up as the machine made some hissing and whirling sounds; but my cock felt the immediate results of the machines activation. I didn't hear the door close, leaving just the two of us alone.
"If Sir desires, his slave can keep watch on the collection tube and inform Sir of how much has been collected. When Sir's seed gets to the purple line, it will be time to turn off the machine and then Sir's slave can take Sir back to the cottage and make Sir feel much more comfortable", `616' said with sad puppy dog eyes.
"I'd like that very much, `616' but first I have got to get the fuck out of here and the sooner the better", I replied with a bit of trepidation to my voice. I was going to say something else, but all of a sudden I could feel my cock begin to pulsate as if I was nearing a climax. My entire body tensed up as I felt the first load of ejaculate splinter down my dick and into the collection device.
"If Sir would like, I can press the button over there and the machine will vacuum out the small tube and Sir's penis of any remaining seed. It might help to fill the collection tube up a bit faster", `616' said with a hint of enthusiasm.
I nodded my head, as my body slowly came down from the surge of sexual delight; and I could feel the inside of my cock being vacuumed out. I watched as ` 616' slithered underneath me; to return with the news that I'd deposited six cc's of semen into the small collection tube. It sure felt like a bunch, but I suppose when you actually measure your cum, one is always surprised by how
miniscule it is. Only fifty four more cc's and I'll be done with this.
Astonishingly enough, 616' moved in behind me and began to lick at my anal entrance. I was amazed at how erotic it felt, combined with the continuous pulsations of the extraction machine. I could also feel the effects of the solution being dripped into my balls. I was feeling fairly confident that 616' had noticed it too, and that's why his decision to filter my discomfort was foremost in his mind.
I cast my eyes upward, and noticed in the mirror that not too much had been infused into my scrotum, but it was enough to alert me that it was working. I could also see that the IV bag was half empty and the nutrient bag was almost
empty. Odd, that I didn't feel the least bit hungry.
Moments later, `616' began to massage my testicles, while one of his fingers
gently teased my anus. My mind and my cock responded up to yet a higher level of awareness. I looked in the mirror and saw the slave with a generous smile, as he moved his hand away from my balls up to that small gizmo on the infusion line.
"Not to fear, or worry Sir, this slave is only increasing the flow of the solution into Sir's balls; as directed and instructed by the technician. It will improve Sir's frequency and quantity of Sir's ejaculations if done precisely as outlined."
"If what you say `616' is true, then I have no choice but to believe that you are speaking truthfully. Let's just get this over with, as I'm so tired and my entire body aches."
Within a minute, I could feel the difference in the way that my scrotum was stretching. I could only watch as the bag slowly, yet steadily, emptied itself
into my body. The discomfort and dull ache, started to become painful. I'm guessing that `616' could tell by my facial expressions that I was in the initial stages of experiencing grueling pain, as his index finger easily slipped
into my ass.
Moments later, the pain subsided as the slave deftly worked his finger around
inside of me. Each time, coming closer to making full contact with my prostate gland and each bringing me that much closer to another orgasm.
I could easily tell just how full my scrotum was becoming, each time that `616 ' gently lifted it up and eased it back down. It wasn't until he actually moved aside that the mirrors allowed me a clear view of myself. I was more that shocked; I was mortified by just how much they'd enlarged my scrotal sac. My eyes quickly went to the infusion bag and noticed that it was already, yet only, half empty. Already, the solution had enlarged my ball bag by twice or three times its normal size; not to mention that it was also taking on a completely new look; as those small little creases seemed to be vanishing.
The slave's finger brought me to my second orgasm, as my body froze in time, allowing my cock to spill the seed into the collection tube; and once again the slave activated the suction which sent shivers down my spine as it sucked the remaining minuscule droplets of sperm from within my cock. I quickly glanced at the clock and noticed that it had only progressed ninety three minutes since my last, my first, orgasm.
"Sir has deposited an additional four cc's of his sperm. That brings the total to ten but it is only a fraction of what Master Trumbull needs to fulfill his obligations", the slave said with a slight hesitation in his voice.
"If Sir will excuse this slave for only a moment, as the slave needs to empty
it's bladder Sir", he said as he moved towards the door, leaving me in solitude, to ponder just how much more of the anguish I would be able to withstand.
`616' had yet to return, as my ears detected a variable change in the sound of the extraction equipment; which was immediately followed by a measured increase in the actions which he was administering to my cock.
I'd never before maintained an erection for this length of time and the probability that it was going to stay firm until the sixty cc's of sperm were collected seemed to far fetched for me to even begin to believe in myself and my abilities.
By the time `616' returned, my balls were really sore and it felt as if my skin was tearing itself away from my torso; but the slave reassured my verbalized concerns that all was well within the limits of human suffrage.
I watched the slave constantly, from the mirrors and I became more and more enthralled, not from only his looks, but by his slowly erecting penis. Once again, my mind allowed me to envision the `what if', had the two of us been alone, together, last night.
`616' began to refresh my body, once again, with the cool damp cloth. It was by now the most refreshing feeling on or in my entire body.
The slave stood up, this time directly in front of me, as he continued to anoint my aching muscles of my shoulders. His erected penis was nearly touching my lips, as he slowing soothed away my aches.
Between the ache in my muscles, and the now ever present pain in my balls; the slave seemed well versed on how to alleviate some of it as he began to massage the lower, exposed, part of my neck.
I needed to escape. I didn't want to be here anymore. I felt used and betrayed; but instead, I opened my mouth and took the slaves cock.
My actions came as a surprise to `616' as he let go of the cloth and quickly
moved his hands to the other side of the stocks; taking a firm hold on my ears, as he began a calculated, slow thrusting of his hips.
To Be Continued....
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